The Last Blood Mage

Another battle in the forest

With the passing of control, Xander's consciousness reclaimed its throne within his own body. As the reality of the gruesome scene before him settled in, a shiver coursed down his spine, accompanied by a profound sense of dread.

"What in the world have you done?" Xander's voice trembled, his eyes fixed on the bloody tableau that surrounded him, even though he had witnessed it all through his own eyes during Bloodhound's reign.

Time was of the essence, and Xander knew it. His blood mage powers were waning, and he had to escape before more pursuers, be they mage hunters or assassins, arrived on the scene.

"We're in deep trouble," Xander growled, his determination burning bright as he bolted away, his form blurring in his haste.

His heart raced as he sprinted through the forest, leaving the site of carnage behind. Yet, amidst his frantic escape, another heartbeat, faint but distinct, reached his ears. Xander's instincts kicked in, and he slowed, his senses attuned to his surroundings.

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